more than one source has reported

the world beyond is much like this one


except that the forms are more blazingly vivid

ultimate in the source of their essence


no wonder we homesick ones on this side of the veil

long for what we barely recall


the passage through all thought forms as a liberation

from the weight of sorrows that is the frozen forms in matter


oh razor-sharp edges of dreams we slide around unharmed

(oh poverty of words to describe the indescribable)


and how many of us longing to awaken to that place

right here all around us


just ask Milosz: "It will be exactly like this life. The same room.

Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage, pale as a corpse..."*





*Translation by Kenneth Rexroth.


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